Holy crap I'm blond

It wasn't until I saw Ellen's pictures that I realized how blond.

That's awesome. Of course, that explains the conversation I had with my mom Tuesday night. I got home from the salon and I might have, ahem, forgot to tell her I'd be late. Normally when I tell her I'm getting my hair cut and I come home after she says my hair looks the same, which for the record, it never does. I mean, I have an entire section of my very neglected website just for my hair. (!) So, I thought I'd just let her notice, or not notice on her own.

"Hi."

"Why are you so late?"

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"Did you get your hair cut?"

"Yup."

"You're. so. blond."

"Ok."

"What's your natural color?"

"Did you feed the dogs?"

"Its too blond."

"Is that a yes or a no that you fed the dogs."

"I like it darker."

"Ok, then its a no, you didn't feed the dogs."

"Of course I fed the dogs."

[Exit mom's bedroom.]

"...Are you mad at me..."

[continue walking to my bedroom]

Its no secret that my mom prefers my hair longer and brown. And that's fine. I prefer my rent free but we can't always go back to the way things were. I like to pay people to do nifty things to my hair. I can't do it. If I could, I would. And that's my primary rule when getting my hair colored: I want whatever shouldn't be coming out of my head...if it doesn't match my eyebrows, perfect! Well, and my new rule...as Regina & I work together, hang out together, and go to the same hair salon I always tell our colorist not to do whatever she has...not that I don't love her hair...I do, its just people at work think we're Frick & Frack right now...I don't need to help that along.

So yeah. I'm blond.